[ Promising, very promising. Some of the creatures had begun to wander, pulling them out of that very convenient clump of them. So Ashraf shifts a little lower, pulling one of his golden staffs free again to bang the length of it against one of the metal struts underfoot. Eyes swivel in his direction from peering toward Jason, and those pointed legs begin to pull the clump back together again. He ceases the sound shortly, once they're mostly in position, and fastens his attention with high hopes on Jason's end of things. Come on, be something useful in there... ]
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